MY YOUTH

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WHEN I WAS BUT A CHILD, AROUND ABOUT TEN YEARS OLD;

MY DAD TAUGHT ME TO SHOOT, A TWENTY-TWO RIFLE TO HOLD.

FLASHLIGHT BATTERIES ON A FENCE, PICKED THEM OFF, ONE BY ONE.

VERY SELDOM DID I MISS, A CONTEST, I ALWAYS WON.

 

AS I GREW SOME OLDER, MY VERY OWN RIFLE TO TELL;

RABBITS AND GROUSE BECAME MY PREY, SQUIRREL HIDES, I COULD SELL.

WASN'T LONG BEFORE I WAS KNOWN, THE NAME I EARNED WAS "HAWKEYE".

SHOOT THE EYE FROM A SQUIRREL, TOPS OF TREES, NEVER TOO HIGH.

 

BY THE TIME I HIT FIFTEEN, THE FOREST WAS MINE TO ROAM.

DURING THE SUMMER HOLIDAYS, AN OLD LOG CABIN, WAS MY HOME.

ERECTED ATOP A HIGH DIRT CLIFF, A FANTASTIC VIEW COULD BE SEEN.

THE "EAGLE RIVER" WINDING ALONG, CHUCKLING MERRILY, AMID THE GREEN

 

BEAVER PLAYED AND LIVED THERE, JACKFISH SWAM IN THEIR HOUSE.

MANY DEER AND BLACK BEAR VISITED, THE WOODS ALIVE WITH GROUSE

 

A FREE, YOUNG MAN OF EIGHTEEN, NOW HAPPILY LIVING ON A TRAPLINE.

A NATIVE FAMILY WAS LIKE MY OWN, MY BLOOD BROTHER LOVED WINE.

THE TRAPS AND SNARES WERE SET, A LINE RUNNING FOR THREE MILES.

THE JOB SOON BECAME MINE, GATHERING & RESETTING, WITH SMILES.

 

LIVING ON DRIED MOOSE MEAT, FRIED BANNOCK WAS OUR BREAD.

WITH SIX HUNGRY KIDS TO FEED, WILD GAME SOON LEARNED TO DREAD

A YEAR AND A HALF I LIVED THERE; THE TRAPLINE CAPTURED MY LIFE.

ONE OF THE HAPPIEST TIMES FOR ME, WITH MY WINCHESTER & KNIFE.

 

MY HUNTING SLOWLY TAPERED OFF, TWENTY SOME YEARS HAVE PASSED

NOW MY DEEPFREEZE STANDS EMPTY, THE FOREST, I MERELY DRIVE PAST

 

1995                         BY WAYNE J. WAGAR

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